Tired as hell.
Trying to keep my eyes open.
Didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Running around all day doing things.
There is too much to do, and too little time.
But that isn’t the way it is all the time.
I’ve got a minute to myself now.
Feels pretty good.
Viddy of the day: Dragonforce – Through the Fire And Flames (Video)
Big houses, small families
More conveniences, less time to enjoy them
More toys, less joy
This is not the world I asked for
This isn’t the world anyone asked for
But it’s the one we have
And the mess that its in is of our making
All a gigantic mistake;
I’ve heard it said we should own our mistakes
It isn’t enough to own your mistakes
You must be responsible for them
You can own a dog, a house, a life and still be irresponsible
Ownership is not responsibility
Owning is not enough
We must make up for them
Undo the wrongs done
Or it is as if we condone the mistakes
And by condoning them, condoning failure;
Someone once said failure is not an option
Has this changed?
If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the words ‘O windy star blown sideways up the sky!’ True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable.
Aleister Crowley, Eight Lectures on Yoga
It is 1055 days since the last time I had a job
that gave me health benefits;
My wife has gone uncovered since that day
and has been sick several times.
It makes my skin crawl to think something
could happen to her and I would have to worry
about not being able to pay
and she could die because of a lack of money.
I would like to think that someone will pay
but that someone is most definitely us.
Humans are finite machines, people with money
and power do not think of them as anything but
money conduits for the wealthy owners of
We the people.
And we go through 1055 days of worry, 1055
and counting, because they are more concerned with cash
Pic of the day: Suprematist Composition, by Kazimir Malevich
I have no idea what possessed me to do this today, just some crap rolling around my head, I decided to let it out. Proof positive that that isn’t always a good idea. I’m OK with it though. Doesn’t hurt anyone, and it’s frankly pretty easy to write like that.
Good stuff for when there are no good ideas bouncing around my cranium. 🙂
That’s it from here, America. G’night.